Just a little drabble I thought of after exams.

I don't own the characters (although I wish I do...)

"Neh… Iwai-chan… Iwai-chan! I'm hungry!"

The sound of a familiar squeaky voice filled his ears before he got pummeled in his face. Iwaizumi groaned as he turned onto his side, something falling off his face to squeal, "So mean, Iwai-chan!"

It's been ages since he heard that voice but where did he hear it before?

And why did it remind him of a familiar annoying someone?

"Oi, papa. Matsun is trying to steal my toy again!"

"Hey, its mine! Papa gave it to me!"

Papa?

What the hell was going on? The last thing he remembered was that he went camping with the guys and they were busy talking about what were the odds of them getting a family…

"Oh shit," he growled as he opened his eyes, the light streaming to slam into them as he furiously shut them. He opened them a little to find himself in a large room filled with small beds spread out across the room and his worst fears had begun to come true.

Next to him was a teary eyed Oikawa, who was nibbling his lip as he rubbed his head while two miniature versions of Matsun and Maki were having a tug of war with a dinosaur plush. Mad dog was still in bed, his face scrounged up in sleep while Kindaichi and Kunimi were clutching onto each other as they tossed and turned.

As cute as some of them may be, he was not going to put up with this shit.

"Ora! What's going on here?!" he yelled as Oikawa squeaked before crying at full volume. Not wanting the noise to wake p the other kids Iwaizumi quickly picked him up and hugged him, trying to soothe him as the cries turned into sniffles.

But when he put him back down, Oikawa was sporting a look on his face that read; "Conquered you, moron!"

"Why you little…" Iwaizumi growled as he raised his fist to smash Oikawa on the head when he thought how stupid the whole situation was.

"Hey, there's no way they're like this. I'm just going to slap myself on the face and wake up."

After slapping himself several times at full force, Iwaizumi finally gave up and sat on the bed, wondering what to do when he heard multiple stomach's growling including his own.

"Iwai-chan, hungwy," Oikawa murmured as the others that had been asleep began to wake up. Unfortunately, they all seemed to be looking at him expecting him to do something.

"Fine, come on to the kitchen," he growled when he stopped dead.

If he was the father, who was the mother?!

After making a hasty breakfast of cereal and warning them to eat it or else they would get punched in the head, the whole Aoba Johsai team was seated and eating their breakfast; at least, they were trying to eat. Matsun and Maki were flicking bits of nuts at one another while Oikawa was trying to dunk his head in the milk. Iwaizumi had given up trying to clean them up and wrestling them to their seats, instead choosing to think of what to do with them.

"Wolleyball!" Kunimi whispered as he tugged onto Iwaizumi's shirt. He had to admit, Kunimi was an angel compared to the rest of them but he was so silent for a kid that Iwaizumi was starting to get worried.

Wait wait. They're teenagers!

"Wolleyball!" Mad dog chan growled as Oikawa slammed his hands chanting, "Wolleyvall!" on the counter until Iwaizumi yelled, "Shut it! Alright, I'll let you idiots play volleyball!"

As the kids started cheering and running off to get stuff, Iwaizumi was left with cleaning up the mess, half of the time wishing he could just wake up from this hell and think this had been all a joke.

He soon realized that since they were all about the ages of six or so, he had to make the net super low for them to actually play an actual game.

For some reason, they could still spike and set, which was pretty alarming to see a kid do, diving for a ball and scrape their face. When mad dog-chan slammed into the pole, Iwaizumi cried out in alarm and tried to patch him up but the boy just growled and bear his teeth at him before slunking off.

"Iwai-chan! Spike my ball!" Oikawa squeaked as Iwaizumi smiled. Despite him being super annoying, he had to admit they were really cute, especially Oikawa.

"Alright then, give it to me!" he called out as Oikawa set the ball into the air. Iwaizumi found himself flying into the air, his arm stretched back to slam the ball when he realized he had made a big mistake.

"Oh shit," he groaned as he tripped over the net, having forgotten how low he had set it up and fell to the ground, smashing his face into the dirt as the kids surrounded him.

"Papa Iwaizumi! Are you alright?!"

"Papa! Let me get you some… bandwages? Those things you stick on yourself when you fall?"

"Let me call mama!"

Somehow Iwaizumi found himself laughing as he stroked their heads, making them squeal and giggle as he thought maybe being a dad to the team wasn't too bad after all. He was always the dad, to begin with anyway.

"Honey I'm home! Eh?! What happened to you?!" someone called out as Iwaizumi felt his skin crawl.

"Holy shit no way," he groaned as Yahaba appeared at the threshold, fruit basket in hand and a shawl over his head. His face seemed to bear an uncanny resemblance to the Titans from Attack on Titan and with the makeup, he looked a million times worse.

"Dear, what happened?!" he squealed as he raced towards Iwaizumi, who had begun yelling as he was squashed by him.

"Gwahhh!" he yelled as he slammed his hand into someone's face, making them yell.

"That hurt Iwai-chan! And first thing in the morning too!"

Slowly Iwaizumi turned to see a normal looking Oikawa next to him, rubbing his eyes as he tried to swipe Iwaizumi in the face with a pillow. Matsun and Maki were snickering in the corner as they played poker with Kunimi and Kindaichi, who seemed to be losing badly.

"What time is it?" he groaned.

"Oh, about eight. You might want to get up soon. Coach is going to kill you if you turn up late for practice."

Oikawa was surprised when Iwaizumi patted him on the head, rubbing his hair a little like a puppy.

'You were a cute kid," he murmured as Oikawa moved to the other end of the room with lightning speed.

"Did you knock your head or something? Maybe hitting your head with a volleyball made you a little mad?" he asked as Iwaizumi chuckled.

"You don't want to know."

Yahaba still had no idea why Iwaizumi was sitting far away from him and staring at him whenever he passed by as though something was really wrong with him.

Hope you liked this fluffy story!

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